I hesitate to open the doors
to my past. I say, “I’ve lost
the keys!” The truth is I never
locked them. Now, I hear door
after door sticking as it opens.
-Byron Hoot
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“Not my will but thine,” I hear in an echo of a dream where a woman is brushing sand off my back, her nipples pressed against it, saying, “...
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